And this picture sums it up nicely:
And this picture sums it up nicely:
With my new night job that requires complete concentration and Zeke getting married, I have little time or will to post. Don’t worry – I’ll be back as soon as I adjust to the night life again.
So I’m returning to my old corporation on Wednesday, and today is the last day I work for West slash AT&T.
Not everyone I worked with was God-awful bad. In fact, most of the engineers I worked with were great people. They are the best team I’ve ever worked with, honestly. However, this place is slow death – little pay for a ton of responsibility; clients and our bosses being completely uncooperative; and basically the worst work environment ever (bad access, terrible machines, shitty cubicles).
But I’m going to a place where – when I worked there – my team sucked. The environment was awesome, the pay was awesome, but the people were literally making me pull my hair out. I hope that I enjoy my new team more and that this team hasn’t raised my expectations too high as far as personalities and fun go.
I won’t miss Raymond, though. Of that I am certain, LOL
Mitt Romney made another huge gaff on the podium. He brought up the fact that Big Business is doing fine, with all it’s tax loopholes and off-shore accounts. Which then brings attention back to his Bain connections and how out-of-touch rich he is. And Ryan’s sexist comments are not going away (nor is his connections with the Missouri dude who used “legitimate rape” and bad science in a speech).
I just downloaded every turnover I’ve ever done for this company and the State of Kentucky. The final result was over 78 Mb of notepad files. That’s over 300 sites in two years.
Holy freaking crap!
My replacement will know everything work-related I’ve done when he uploads the files to his drive space. I’d say that I’ve left him in good shape. But that’s what I do – I never leave a job with shit to be done and no one knowing how to do it. Corey shall be forever blessed with my previous knowledge (until either the contract runs out or he leaves or he deletes stuff LOL).
Today, I have tendered my resignation letter and given my two weeks.
Well, I gave it to her today, but it’s dated for tomorrow. I might be too busy tomorrow to remember (although I have created an Outlook calendar event to remind me). So my last day is officially August 24, 2012. I have begun preparations to leave:
= Contingency Plans: I have turned over the sealed envelopes for Contingency Plans A, B and C. These are plans that Joe and I created when we first started working here, to be used in case of an extreme emergency. Each envelope has something different in it, so it’s hit-or-miss getting candy and/or the Burger King crown.
= Zombie Apocalypse Whistle: I have given the official Zombie Apocalypse Whistle (ZAW) over to Scott, my secondary. To be used if one notices zombies appearing on the street. Improper use warrants Mike taking the whistle from the offender and giving them a stern noogie.
= Message Board of Doom: I have erased the white board we call the Message Board of Doom. I am leaving it on my cube for one of the others to take. It is for the cryptic messages that confuse our managers.
= The Four Pounds of Peppermint Candies: I have a dragon candy bowl (well, actually, it’s an dragon ashtray repurposed as a candy dish) that I kept well stocked with hard peppermint candies. I’m keeping the dragon, but giving away the candy on the promise that the person will put it in a bowl and leave it out for everyone (I think Kristen’s going to take it LOL).
I have a cup of pens that may or may not work – it’s like a 50/50 chance given what pen you pull out. I might leave those. But I raided the storage cabinet and got quite a few legal notepads. And a few Sharpies. And some Post-Its.
But it was rather breath-taking and weight-lifting to give my boss my resignation letter. It felt like my imprisonment is finally over, that the light at the end of the tunnel is no longer a train, that I have finally captured Blue’s flag. Uplifting and terrifying all at the same time.
But I can live with that. I really can.
Do you remember when I lost my job at that other place?
Well, I didn’t really LOSE my job – it was still there, just no one was doing it anymore.
So I got a job at this other place. One that wasn’t too bad, but the management and support sucked balls. Super bad. As you can tell from all my weird work posts. I kept looking for a good job, but for two years, nothing.
And then suddenly, my old job wants me back. It got lonely and didn’t realize how good it had it with me. I applied, and bang, the job is mine as soon as the background check is over.
The best part is that today is my second anniversary at this shitty place. So I had to have an evaluation by my boss. Who gave me the best review ever and looked incredibly sorry to see me go. I laughed when I got to the part about “Future Goals,” and she actually had written something in it. Something about my futuer as a manager or some crazy shit. I pointed at it and asked her if she was serious. “WTF?” I said, “This is kind of late, right?”
Anyway, yes, I’m getting a job at my old place back. It’s not exactly the same job, but it’s the same 12 hour overnight shift doing basically the same thing. If you knew me back then, you know how stressful but awesome that is. 12% differential on top of the modestly high salary I’m getting.
Back in the game, peeps!
I’m puttering around the Internets at work, looking for a good DJ shirt to wear when hanging out with Mike and all my other DJ friends. I mean, I’ve DJ’ed quite a bit lately, so I’ve been trying to find something that’s different than “IMMA DJ – I DOAN DO REQUESTS!” that all the other dudes wear.
Someone just suggested Vinyl Scratch. If you don’t know who that is, let me show you.
So I was surfing around, and Mike was surfing around, and Mike sends me this Q message (it’s a valid thing to do – he sits clear across the room from me) –
Mike: Hey found ur shirt
Me: Do I look like a furry to you?
Mike: u know the mlp people, right?
Mike: that makes u a furry brony
Me: I FUCKING HAET YOU … wait.
Me: How do you know about bronies?
Me: ARE YOU A BRONY?!?!?
Mike: o fuck i’ve been found out
<Mike has left Q Messenger>